| I am old, as old as truth.
No face wears me that isn’t two. I’m defined by four colors seen by you. For me it’s fact — the sun sets at noon. What am I? |
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| I am old, as old as truth.
No face wears me that isn’t two. I’m defined by four colors seen by you. For me it’s fact — the sun sets at noon. What am I? |
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