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A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.