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Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
To cross the water, I'm the way. For water I'm above, I touch it not and truth to say, I neither swim nor move. What am I?
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
Which word does not belong in the following list: Stop cop mop chop prop shop or crop?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.