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Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
What gets wetter as it dries?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?