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People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.