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Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
What do angels sing in the shower?