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I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I start with an E end with an E and have a letter in me.
I can be sweet or sour. I do not rhyme with any other word
What is made of wood, but can't be sawed?
I beam, I shine, I sparkle white. I'll brighten the day with a single light. I'll charm and enchant all. I'll bring the best in you all. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?