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I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
Soft, hairy, from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor. What am I?
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I am an instrument you can hear but cannot touch or see. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?