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Don't forget to do this before blowing out the candles.
What is born long, dies short, and spends its life leaving a trail?
With hands that can't hold and eyes that can't see, she's cherished by some but has no real family. Who is she?
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
Dragons are known to do this to their gold.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?