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I sit high glowing and watch the world go by. Without me everything would seem dull and dangerous. What am I?
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
I am a protector. I sit on a bridge. One person can see right through me while others wonder what I hide.
Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?