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The day is their night and the night is their day, when I shout and they shout back I run away.
I run cold and hot, I look blue but am red. What am I?
Touch this and you'll regret it. But if it's cold, you won't forget it. What is it?
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A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?