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I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood; stone as skin long I stood.
I start new then become old. Start clean but become dirty. I usually start big then become little. What am I?
I am so delicious that I require a house to contain me.
I regularly change shape yet remain a sphere. I am always there but not often seen. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.