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Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
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 open to close but I close to open. I'm surrounded by water but I'm never soaking. What am I?
What do you call a fish with no eye?
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?