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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 put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
What is that over the head and under the hat?
What is lighter than what it is made of?