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I am black when you buy me, red when you use me. When I turn white, you know it's time to throw me away. What am I?
I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
When young I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged I make you gay. When old I am valued more than ever.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?