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A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
Creatures of power, creatures of grade, creatures of beauty, creatures of strength. As for their lives, they set everything's pace. For all things must come to live. Under their emerald embraceย Either in their life or in their death.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?