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Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
Soft and cuddly I'll pull on your heart. But take my last name and I'll tear you apart.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I am a mini solar powered computer.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?