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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
What is lighter than what it is made of?
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
What language does a billboard speak?