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I hop around and deliver eggs at Easter.
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
What kind of band never plays music?
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?