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I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.
You fill it and it empties, A metaphor for plenty, Depending on what half you see, It's either full or empty
Where on earth do the ways always blow from the south?
It keeps you on the ground and stops things from floating around. What is it?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?