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A spirited jig I dance bright, banishing all but darkest night. Air can't kill me but water can. Share me, I won't get less unless wind ruins me. What am I?
I am an odd number that become even when beheaded.
I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. What am I?
If you lose me you may cause people around you to lose me too.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?