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In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.