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I am enjoyed by some despised by others. Some take me for granted some treasure me like a gift. I last forever unless you break me first.
I am a time for gathering crops. Remove the first three letters and I become an object you can wear.
I'm written with two letters, said with one and seen with two. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
What flies without wings?