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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true love’s face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.