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Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
What stays the same size no matter how much they weight?
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?