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What Botox will do to your expression.
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
A famous home without color and with wings.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that do not rust. What is it?
Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?