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An artΒ-form and its colour-ful result.
I have a pet, his body is full of coins
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
A tangly game and a destructive weather phenomenon.
What gives life and love, and is there till they die? What can hide you and find you, heal you and feed you but should never give up on you?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.