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He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?