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You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Which popular cheese is made backwards?