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I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I increase head turning rate tremendously for girls at the beach
People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under its own roof. What is it?
I go up and I go down, towards the sky and the ground. Iβm present and past tense too, letβs go for a ride, me and you. What am I?
It's what light turns into in the night