Tulor's Riddles

You see faintly glowing letters etched into the door . . .

Deep green skin with tones of brown, my tongue is long and can stick to the ground.

Dancing...entrancing...breathing...seething...What am I?

From depths unknown I roll in freely until the Sun catches me, singing. What am I?

Over the under am I placed -- with fanciful colors show good taste. What am I?

At night the come without being fetched and by day they are lost without being stolen.

I never was, am always to be, no one ever saw me, nor ever will and yet I am the confidence of all who live and breathe on this terrestial ball.

The more you take, the larger I get. The more you give, the smaller I become.

Give me too little, I waste away. Give me too much, I breathe no more.

I have no beginning, I have no end, and in the middle, nothing.

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