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My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
What is the middle of water but is not an island?