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It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
I am the greatest teacher out of them all, but alas in the end I kill my pupils.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
What is made of wood but can't be sawed?
I can only be played on a windy day