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Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donβt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
What is it that no man ever saw, which never was, but always will be?