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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.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat. But time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name. I promise you'll know, when you I do claim.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
I can only be played on a windy day