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Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?