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I will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
I'm very tempting, so it's said. I have a shiny coat of red and my flesh is white beneath. What am I?
I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I have an eye but cannot see. I take time to generate and can dissipate in seconds. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?