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My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I am a protector. I sit on a bridge. One person can see right through me, while others wonder what I hide. What am I?
I am the building with the most number of stories. What am I?
What can you lose that will cause other people to lose theirs too?