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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.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
What begins to die on a wedding day?
You can't keep this until you have given it. What is it?
Not my sister nor my brother but still the child of my mother and father. Who am I?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?