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I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon. I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What do you called a sad coffee?