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229I have no edges, shape, or face, yet pull all things with silent grace. Light can't flee my endless night, a hidden force, out of sight. What am I?
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184229I have no edges, shape, or face, yet pull all things with silent grace. Light can't flee my endless night, a hidden force, out of sight. What am I?
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