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Jan 15. 2026
I wear a crown of emerald high, Drink from clouds that drift nearby. I hum with life both day and night, Yet fear the flame and fading light. What am I?
Jan 15. 2026
I wear a crown of emerald high, Drink from clouds that drift nearby. I hum with life both day and night, Yet fear the flame and fading light. What am I?