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The more you have of me, the less you see. Who am I?
Small, containing light, You'll need it in the dark, It will provide that spark, and shine into the night. Will light up any pyre, 'Cause it can help make a fire.
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
The more you look at it, The less you see.
What can you easily break but never touch?
What is always coming but never arrives?