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I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, But if I touch you, you'll surely die.

A head but no body, a heart but no blood, just leaves and no branches, I grow without wood.

I die without air, yet I have no lung, I am cherished, yet feared by those I have stung.

I run all day and I never walk, I have a big mouth, but never talk.
A river

Red as blood and sweet as wine. A hard hard heart within flesh sublime.
A cherry

White flesh above and brown gills below. Never moving an inch, and in darkness I grow.
A mushroom

I rest near the shore, never touching the sea, I bring worlds together, yet people trod on me.
A bridge

I float on the water. I fly through the sky. I come from plants. Without me you'll die.

I sing when I'm struck or whenever they shake me. By mould and cast, the craftsmen make me.

I spit like bacon, am made with an egg, I have plenty of backbone but lack good legs,
I peel like an onion but still remain whole, I'm long like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.

Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood.

A castle

A word I know that six letters contains, subtract the last and only twelve remains.

Voiceless I cry, and wingless flutter. Toothless I bite, and mouthless mutter.

Throw me away to use me, and take me in when done. My metal body will drown and then motion

I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I
surround every place.
The letter E

The one who makes it doesnt want it, the one who buys it doesnt need it, the one who needs it
doesnt know it
A coffin

I am seen in the water if seen in the skies. I am in the rainbow and in many eyes.

Lighter once formed and downward I thrust. Crystalline spears that never rust.
An icicle

What goes around the world but stays in a corner?

A stamp

What goes up and down the stairs without moving?

A banister

You must keep this thing, its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost
by others.

What does man love more than life,

Fear more than death or mortal strife,
What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire,
What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves and all men carry to their graves?

You can have me but cannot hold me;

Gain me and quickly lose me.
If treated with care I can be great,
And if betrayed I will break.

My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick Fat, I am slow, Wind is
my foe.
A candle