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I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
I am black when you buy me red when you use me when I turn white you know itβs time to throw me away.
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
What is always coming but never arrives?