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I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
What is the thing that stays the same size, but the more it's used the more it decreases?
What do angels sing in the shower?