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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?
I am a tale in childrens' minds. Though an illusion, I occur every night. I give them a fantasy, I give them a fright. What am I?
Flat as a leaf round as a ring. I have two eyes but can't see a thing.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?