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I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I am black when you buy me, red when you use me. When I turn white, you know it's time to throw me away. What am I?
I have fangs and enjoy piecing holes with a single bite.
Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait