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My days are numbered. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
I destroy your home from the inside out.
I fly when I'm on and float coming off.
Why was the cook arrested?