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It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
What gets wet while drying?
I have feet on my head