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I am flora not fauna. I am foliage not trees. I am shrubbery not grass.
I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
Ripped from my ancestors home beaten and burned I become a bloodthirsty killer.
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
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