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I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
What goes all around the world but never leaves its corner?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?