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Searing 'cross the pitchยญ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
My first is in window but not in pane. My second's in road but not in lane. My third is in oval but not in round. My fourth is in hearing but not in sound. My whole is known as a sign of peace. And from noah's ark won quick release.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herย What a racket she makes.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
What letter comes next: O T T F F S S ?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.