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When I am alive, people sing. When I am dead, people clap hands. What am I?
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure a matter of course. I am given with pleasure when taken by force.
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?