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Go to Italy, Rome around and pasta time.
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. What am I? A candle.
I fit in with other people, but I can not talk. I create pictures, but I can not see. What am I? a puzzle piece.
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