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This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
I can only be played on a windy day
Difficult
Animal
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Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?