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If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river can’t fill it up. What is it?
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
What is yours but only used by others?