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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 had a bright start, but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything, yet I don't eat anything. What am I?
What has 88 keys, but canβt open a single door?
I have a head, tail, but no arms and legs. What am I?
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Remove the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?