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When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
My first is in window but not in pane. My second's in road but not in lane. My third is in oval but not in round. My fourth is in hearing but not in sound. My whole is known as a sign of peace. And from noah's ark won quick release.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?