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I wonβt break if you throw me off from the highest building but I will break if you place me in the ocean.
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
I'm tall I'm round and hollow Seems to get chewed a bit But you'll rarely see me unless the other end is lit.
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
I go around a yard but do not move. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?