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I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
I am a person who pretends to be someone else
What gets bigger the more you take away?