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When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.
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.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?