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They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
It's usually found dried, but often kept slicker. Above another need, it's said to be thicker. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?