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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
A red house is made out of red bricks. A blue house is made out of blue bricks. What is a green house made out of?