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Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
if your love your mom and your dad and your brother and your family members but no one knows who your are who are you?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
I can only be played on a windy day
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What am I?