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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 have cities with no people forests with no trees and oceans with no water.
I always have to work with something in my eye.
I am a caribbean shape that makes ships disappear
I have no bed to sleep and no palace to live. I don't have a single coin but I am known as king. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?