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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
I fly yet I have no wings. I cry yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe for I have no lung
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What gets bigger the more you take away?