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Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out whilst the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, Try to keep it, and it'll vanish within an hour.
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
My days are numbered. What am I?