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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.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?