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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair
What word is the same written forward, backward and upside down?
What is always coming every day, but never arrives until the next?
What do you call a witch that lives in the sand?
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.