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Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up, up I go but I never grow. What am I?
What has words but never speaks?
I have a straight back and sharp teeth to cut objects.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?