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I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
What an fill a room but takes up no space?