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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.
If I have it I don't share it. If I share it I don't have it. What is it?
I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body but I come alive with wind. What am I?
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.