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I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
What did the thief get for stealing the calendar?
I taste better than I smell. What am I?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was. What am I?
Sing me to a baby about to go to sleep.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?