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Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. What am I?
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I go up but never come down. What am I?
Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?