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A precious gift, yet it has no end, no beginning, and nothing in the middle.
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
Some adults still use these to count.
What get's more wet while it dries?
If you happen to wake up at dawn, you'll probably find this covering the lawn.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?