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A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
It's equally comfortable in an orchestra and a geometry textbook. What is it?
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?