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At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton