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Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
What turns everything around but does not move?
Why is the letter B always cool?