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I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breath on this terrestrial ball.
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
What is never used unless it's in a tight place?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?