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Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
I'm many people's favorite place even though many don't remember their stay. You'll love to come but hate to leave if you get cold use my sleeves.
Can not be bought, Can not be sold, Even if it's made of gold. What is it?
Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?