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My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
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?
A single syllable do I claim black was my most famous name; Fetal to mortals here below thousands have I slain in a single blow.
As a state in the USA, I am round on both sides and high in the middle. What am I?
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Keep doing me to avoid lens dryness