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Soft and cuddly I'll pull on your heart. But take my last name and I'll tear you apart.
The faster you run the harder it is to catch me
When I come in from sea to shore twenty paces you'll see No less no more.
I have palms but not on hands I offer foods from distant lands When at my peak you'll see me smoke I'm famous for my friendly folk My flowers grow and yet they lay There's fire where a man will play.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
What an fill a room but takes up no space?