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Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I am heavy forward, but backward I'm not. What am I?
I’m tall when I’m young. I’m short when I’m old. I can light up your world. What am I?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
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