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I call the trees my home, yet I never go inside, and if I ever fall off the tree I will be surely be dead.
They come out at night without being called, and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until itβs too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
What was the first man made invention that could see through a wall?
What is found over your head but under your hat?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?