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With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
I am the best thing that can happen after a stick hits a ball.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
A spirited jig I dance bright, banishing all but darkest night. Air can't kill me but water can. Share me, I won't get less unless wind ruins me. What am I?
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.