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I come with a train and go with a train and the train doesn't need me but can't go without me.
You walk into a room with a match strike the match and notice a candle a lamp an oil burner and a fireplace. Which do you light first?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk