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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. What am I?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?