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Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I come without being fetched at night, hide away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small, I am much mightier than what you can imagine. What am I?
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
Light me up in backyard gatherings
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.