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The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?
I am a lunch money thief
I cover what's real; hide what is true, but sometimes bring out the courage in you. What am I?
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.