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You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?