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When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
What kind of table can you eat?
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die, until you call me again. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?