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Better touch me before you proceed to second. What am I?
I run smoother than any rhyme, I love to fall but cannot climb. What am I?
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
What is seen in the middle of March and April that cannot be seen at the beginning or end of either month?
What can you catch but never throw?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?