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A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
Who eats a lot of iron without getting sick?
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm smallΝΎ When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
I can only be played on a windy day