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Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, try to keep it, and it'll vanish in an hour.
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
It's the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?