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In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
A small hill with seven holes.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly pastΝΎ For a child I last forever, for adults I'm gone too fast.
Raise your right appendage high above your head. Turn your head to the right and you will smell this.
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?