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I am a protector. I sit on a bridge. One person can see right through me, while others wonder what I hide. What am I?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold. I visit the weak but seldom the bold.
I am a time for gathering crops. Remove the first three letters and I become an object you can wear.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What language does a billboard speak?