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How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
I have a title and many pages I am a genteel of genteel descent I am a killer veteran of war I am a slave to my lord Pledged to his service.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?