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I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
What do angels sing in the shower?