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I'm simple for a few people, but hard for them to hear. I live inside of secrets and bring people's worst fears. What am I?
Against the sun I protect your eyes and am often worn on the face of spies
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I am a fruit with seed on the outside.
I give light by night, but not by day. I am wicked but not evil in any way. Wax for the most but always wane; except when I'm out, I stay the same. What am I?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.