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They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I have feet on my head
I am needed for most animals and hardcover books
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?