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I run smoother than any rhyme, I love to fall but cannot climb. What am I?
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
The more you take away from me, the bigger I shall get. What am I?
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
What do you called a sad coffee?