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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.
Tear one off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead!
What gets broken if it’s not kept?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?
In the sun it likes to play; In the rain it goes away; Walk or run it always follows; In the mud it always wallows.
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?