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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
I dance on one feet and knows only one shape. Someone with same name as me is very good with directions
I climb higher as I get hotter. I can never escape from my crystal cage.
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What is always coming but never arrives?