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I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
It's what light turns into in the night