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I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
I don't live within a house, nor do I live without. Most will use me when they come in, and again when they go out. What am I?
Iron roof, glass walls, I burn and burn but never fall. What am I?
Teenage girls are pros at creating me. Learn me in classes.
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?