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I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
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.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?