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the-sight-of-riddles 2 years
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I fly through the air, On small feathered wings, Seeking out life, Destroying all things.
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the-sight-of-riddles 2 years
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In the middle of the night, I surround the gong, In the middle of sight, I end the song.
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the-sight-of-riddles 2 years
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What has no hand but still grips you, No venom but still paralyse you, And no voice but can still take yours ?
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the-sight-of-riddles 2 years
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The man who makes it doesn鈥檛 want it,
The man who buys it doesn鈥檛 need it,
The man who uses it doesn鈥檛 know he鈥檚 using it
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the-sight-of-riddles 2 years
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I crawl on the earth but rise on a pillar, What am I ?
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the-sight-of-riddles 2 years
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My challenge has made many men stumble, I have defeated kings, left wise men humble, You see me now, but I am most often heard, I have killed men when with bullets paired. You might break a sweat when fighting me, I'll exert no pressure on your body, with a direct approach you can never find victory, work laterally rather than literally. What am I?
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