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I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat. What am I?
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe for I have no lung
A spirited jig I dance bright, banishing all but darkest night. Air can't kill me but water can. Share me, I won't get less unless wind ruins me. What am I?
My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language.
You buy me to eat, but never eat me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?