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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.
I am the first you ever saw, what greets you every morning and what goes out in the end.
We are two brothers on opposite sides of the road, but we never see each other. Who are we?
A blue house has blue bricksΝΎ a yellow house has a yellow bricks. What is a green house made of?
The thinkers usually hold this body part
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.