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I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
The more you take away the bigger I get. What am I?
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?