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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 am a box who holds keys but not locks. With the right combination I may unlock your soul
I go up when the rain comes down. What am I?
I save lives on the ground and in the air. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.