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Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin. Roared when I came into the world, but I never spoke again. What am I?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I have a gown but I'm not a priest; I have a crown but I'm not a king.
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?