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In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
I go around in circles, But always straight ahead Never complain, No matter where I am led.
Sometimes it's silver but also gold. Printed on paper it's a treasure to hold. What is it?
What has fingers and a thumb but no hand?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.