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What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?