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The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
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