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I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I beam, I shine, I sparkle white. I'll brighten the day with a single light. I'll charm and enchant all. I'll bring the best in you all. What am I?
You turn me over after you have travelled far.
I have no voice but I can teach you all there is to know. I have spines and hinges but I am not a door. Once I've told you all, I cannot tell you more. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?