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In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
You use a knife to slice my head but you weep beside me when I am dead
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
I am always running but I never get tired or hot. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk