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Against the sun I protect your eyes and am often worn on the face of spies
I am a type of cheese made backwards
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
In many hall ways you would stand if not with me in hand.
When someone uses this acronym, you know you've got to pick up the pace