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I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?