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An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.