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Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
Everyone in the world needs me. They generously give me but never take me. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
What am I?
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