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I have cities without people forests without trees and oceans without water. What am I?
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
I have 24 keys but cannot open any locks. Sometimes loud, sometimes soft. What am I?
What is an astronautโs favorite key on a keyboard?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?