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I row quickly with four oars, but never come out from under my own roof. What am I?
I am a table you can eat. What am I?
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
What color can you eat?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?