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Iron roof, glass walls, I burn and burn but never fall. What am I?
I fly when I'm on and float coming off.
I rise and fall no matter what, only at finals rest do I not budge. What am I?
I fill a room but take no space. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?