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What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
Searing 'cross the pitchยญ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
If itโs information you seek, come and see me. If itโs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?