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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.
What flies forever, Rests never?
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.