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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.
A large oasis in the desert. Come with cash and leave with none.
My first is in window but not in pane. My second's in road but not in lane. My third is in oval but not in round. My fourth is in hearing but not in sound. My whole is known as a sign of peace. And from noah's ark won quick release.
A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.