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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.
I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I am the place to turn to when nature calls. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
What am I?
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