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In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itโs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canโt start nor by death is it ended.
If itโs information you seek, come and see me. If itโs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?