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Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. What am I?
I have a neck but no head arms but no hands. What am I?
I am enjoyed by some, despised by others. Some take me for granted, some treasure me like a gift. I last forever, unless you break me first. What am I?
I am a protector. I sit on a bridge. One person can see right through me while others wonder what I hide.
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?