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It is sometimes known to have silver linings.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be!
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?