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I am a mountain at night, meadow at day. What am I?
I am a cold man without a soul. If there is warmth in me, it slowly will kill me. What am I?
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by objects but built by minds.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
It's what light turns into in the night