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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?
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
What do you call a boomerang that doesnβt come back?
The more there is the less you see.
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red. What am I?
I am rarely touched but often held. If you are smart you'll use me well. What am I?