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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.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
Sleeping during the day, I hide away. Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light. But only for the briefest time, do I shine. And then I hide away. And sleep through the day.
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?