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Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
Without me everyone would lose their head.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
Sometimes I annoy you, sometimes you can't live without me. But no matter how hard you try, you can't destroy me. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?