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In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron. I can only attack when pulled back. What am I?
I'm not alive and yet I grow. Just put me next to where it glows. A favorite in summertime best with friends when combined
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
A sport with love and service played by singles and pairs.
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?