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You can see it everyday, but cannot touch it at will. What is it?
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
I start new then become old. Start clean but become dirty. I usually start big then become little. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.