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In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I climb higher as I get hotter. I can never escape from my crystal cage.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What happens when you throw a green stone into the Red Sea?
I hatch without food
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.