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Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
What contains zero calories, but if you consume it, you will probably gain weight?
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.
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?