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I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place... you only see me during a certain resting stage.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; for a child, I last forever; for an adult, I'm gone too fast. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.