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Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What has 3 feet but cannot walk?
What has two legs but doesn't walk?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?