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What is red, bloody and smells like an orange?
The most fabulous way to locate pots of gold
These are the bumpy parts of your digits
It's what light turns into in the night
You fill it and it empties, A metaphor for plenty, Depending on what half you see, It's either full or empty
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?