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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.
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Better touch me before you proceed to second.
I can be in your body but never on your placemat. I'm always better when I'm fresh, but you'll never see me in the flesh. What am I?
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?