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Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
I store fire-breathing animals.
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.