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Can not be bought, Can not be sold, Even if it's made of gold. What is it?
Many people own a copy of me. Without me the world would fall.
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. 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'm a soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated.