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I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
What has a spot and is very bright, is sometimes, red, white, blue, yellow or green and is often blinding.
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?