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Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still, I run and run. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
What’s a carpet’s favorite sport?
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