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A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
What goes further the slower it goes?
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
This small, round stone fruit that is typically bright or dark red, is often served on top of whipped cream on a milk shake.