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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.
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
A man shot two arrows at its center and missed both times, but using a sword swung once at its center and hit it twice.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?