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You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.