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You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
What goes up when the rain comes down?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?