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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
It's what light turns into in the night