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Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
I have four fingers and a thumb, but I'm not living. What am I?
I have a head and a tail but my eyes can never see my tail.
What is always coming but never arrives?