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What goes further the slower it goes?
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.