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61 
time was naught when I began;
through the garden I was sneaked,
I alone am the fall of man.
What am I?
Answer
62
with Europe at her command.
Through time power slipped and fled,
'til the creation of new holy land.
Who am I?
Answer
63
one sick, one cold.
The earth we span,
to prey upon man.
Who are we?
Answer
64
or maybe where two should be,
seeking out purity,
in the kings trees.
What am I?
Answer
65
he's the forests foe.
One tooth to fight,
as all Norse know.
What is it?
Answer
66
hates the termite as much as the flea.
His tracks do not match,
and his limbs may detach,
but he's not a strange creature to see.
What is it?
Answer
67
that is not in the sky,
which can swim in the ocean
and always stay dry.
What is it?
Answer
68
what once was free.
What made no sound,
now sings with glee.
What is it?
Answer
69
on this backward thing,
that grows in the winter
and dies in the spring.
What is it?
Answer
70
it is a one link chain
binding those who keep words true,
'til death rent it in twain.
What is it?
Answer
71
Even the fool knows it.
The rich man wants it.
The greatest of heroes fears it.
Yet the lowliest of cowards would die for it.
What is this upon which I ponder?
Answer
72
I am an Idea, yet can rot
I am two but none
I am on land, but on sea.
What am I?
Answer
73
Fossil, fresh snow, a loan, the sky,
Just what am I?
Answer
74
The hope of something to come. I harm
No citizen except my slayer.
Rooted I stand on a high bed.
I am shaggy below. Sometimes the beautiful
Peasant's daughter, an eager-armed,
Proud woman grabs my body,
Rushes my red skin, holds me hard,
Claims my head. The curly-haired
Woman who catches me fast will feel
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet.
Answer
75
Worse than the Devil,
The Poor have it,
The Rich need it,
Dead man eat it,
If you eat it you'll die.
Answer
76
Hard and steep-cheeked, wrapped in red
Gold and garnet, ripped from a plain
Of bright flowers, wrought - a remnant
Of fire and file, bound in stark beauty
With delicate wire, my grip makes
Warriors weep, my sting threatens
The hand that grasps gold. Studded
With a ring, I ravage heir and heirloom.
To my lord and foes always lovely
And deadly, altering face and form.
Answer
77
I met a man with seven wives;
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?
Answer
78
The day's turned grey,
And I must travel far away.
But I'll be back,
And then we'll track,
The light of yet another day.
Answer
79
That is the place where I'll be found.
Yet brought into the light of day,
I sprinkle sunlight every-which-a-way.
Though dulled with oil I will be found,
I am remarkably well and throughly sound.
Cut me quick and it will be seen,
That I instantly have a marvelous sheen.
Answer
80
Little head, and no eyes.
Answer
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