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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.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What do angels sing in the shower?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?