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I scrible forms of the finest letter,
and repel elements of the harshest weather.
I am an arrowaimer and a dustbreaker.
Feather
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When young, i am sweet in the sun.
When middle-aged, i make you happy
When old, i am valued more then ever.
Wine
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My mouth bears whiskers but no teeth.
I have scales but i do not weight.
You can bait me with delicious food but please,
no drink today.
Catfish
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It floats on water, light as can be.
A thousand men can´t lift it free.
Bubble
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I build up castles.
I tear down mountains.
I make some men blind.
I help others to see.
Sand
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When i am filled i can point the way.
When i am empty nothing moves me.
I have two skins one without and one within.
Glove
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Lovely and round,
i shine with pale light,
grown in the darkness,
a lady´s delight.
Pearl
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Will drive some men mad,
is easily flattened,
and is never free.
Gold
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I help to mature your spirits.
When moisten i fullfill my purdose.
Should i dry out, my task will fail
and my quarry may be worthless.
Cork
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Who makes has no need for it,
who buys has no use of it,
who ueses it can neither see or feel it.
Coffin
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I am allways hungry,
i must allways be fed,
the finger i lick
will soon turn red.
Fire
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What can be held in the felf hand,
but not in the right hand.
Right Hand
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I am offered to the loved and also to the dead.
I come in various hues, most notably red.
My pricks are known to pierce the skin,
often resulting in wounds that bled.
Rose
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My life is measured in hours.
I serve in being devoured.
Thin i am quick, fat i am slow.
Wind is my foe.
Candle
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Searing across the pitch-black skies,
i scream in celebration,
yet moments later, my outburst through,
i am naught but imagination.
Firework
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