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Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; for a child, I last forever; for an adult, I'm gone too fast. What am I?
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
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?
Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
Who is the most foreign visitor you could imagine?
What has to be broken before you can use it ?