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Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
What has thirteen hearts But no body or soul?
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 is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?