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Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
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Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
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We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
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You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
