It’s my favorite time of day, hands down

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It dispenses medicine in tiny bits. Or t looses certan letters from ts mtts.

I’m a tiny drop of ink from the summer sun, Multiplying on your nose when the winter's done. A constellation on your skin, I love the outdoor light, But hide away in shadows and fade out of sight.

I turn without legs and move the might of machines Toothed and tight I pass force between unseen means I spin with another yet keep things in line What small hard helper makes engines align?