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Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
Four leaves I have. What am I?
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