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A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
I am a candy that looks like a shepherdβs staff.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
Everyone in the world needs me. They generously give me but never take me. What am I?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.