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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.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
What has to be broken before it can be used?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What is neither inside the house nor outside the house but a necessity for any home?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?