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I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
I am between earth and heaven. What am I?
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.