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Feed me and I live. Give me water and I die. What am I?
I had a bright start but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything yet I don't eat anything.
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk