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Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?

I’m a word, six letters long; I sometimes enter with a gong. All in order from A to Z, I start with the letter B. What is the word?

In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?

Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.

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