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I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
My first though water cures no thirst my next alone has soul and when he lives upon my first he then is called my whole.
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.