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What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?