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At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?