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In my room, with walls so clear A roof would be my death, I fear I have no cash, but I make up for it in cents I am wicked without being a witch Your darkest times are mine bright I’d break if dropped, yet I am light You’ll never see me out under the sky Riddle me this; what am I?
“Am I frightening?” I do query ‘Cause feather and dust sure find me scary! Take a victory, add a “D” Many throw their care into me What is my name?
In my room, with walls so clear A roof would be my death, I fear I have no cash, but I make up for it in cents I am wicked without being a witch Your darkest times are mine bright I’d break if dropped, yet I am light You’ll never see me out under the sky Riddle me this; what am I?