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I am a tale in childrens' minds. Though an illusion, I occur every night. I give them a fantasy, I give them a fright. What am I?
I can go through glass without breaking it. What am I?
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.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I encourage people to run home and steal
What is always coming but never arrives?