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You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I run around the city but I never move.
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.