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If you happen to wake up at dawn, you'll probably find this covering the lawn.
The more you have of me, the less you see. Who am I?
A colorful cuisine without flesh
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?