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I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
I fly when I'm on and float coming off.
Which popular cheese is made backwards?