I have no mind or soul. I've been eternally attached since man's dawn. My kind disappear on and off, to everyone I accompany them to their death. And buried with them, then I hide away When the casket shuts. What am I?
At dusk I come without being fetched. At dawn I disappear without being stolen. I'm a poet's tears and a sailor's guide. What am I?
I’ve been argued on my colour. Without me you’ll die. So many attempts on your life use me, so make sure you have many of my “White" friends. What am i?
I have one of the three numbers: 1, 2, or 3 in my mind. I speak only the truth. You can ask me just one question for which I will only reply in yes or no or don’t know. What question will you ask me so that you are able to know the number?
