Riddle: I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
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Riddle: A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
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