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You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
There's not a kingdom on the earth I haven't traveled over and over and though I know not whence my birth yet when I come you know my roar. I through the town do take my flight and through the fields and meadows green and whether it be day or night I neither am nor can be seen.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still, I run and run. What am I?
I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?