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Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I plow and plow, but never sow. What am I?
I am all around you but you cannot see me. I have no throat but you can hear me. Valued during summer but despised in the winter.
Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you're not, when I'm embraced. What am I?
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same.
What is always coming but never arrives?