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I always have to work with something in my eye.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I can bring tears to your eyes; resurrect the dead, make you smile, and reverse time. I form in an instant, but I last a life time. What am I?
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.