Riddle: Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
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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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Riddle: What happens once every minute, twice every minute, but once every thousand years?
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Riddle: You can see nothing else When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye And I will never lie.
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