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A large oasis in the desert. Come with cash and leave with none.
What gets bigger when more is taken away?
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
I go up when the rain comes down
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk