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I am like thunder in your cranium
I am sometimes referred to as chips
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I am an instrument that you can hear but cannot see or touch. What am I?
Whatโs a carpetโs favorite sport?