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Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
It's equally comfortable in an orchestra and a geometry textbook. What is it?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?