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Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
What common verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
I can only be played on a windy day