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I always have to work with something in my eye.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water I disappear without a trace.
I am a protector of the scoreboard.
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white I'm used more by the day and less by the night
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?