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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
A skin have I, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
I stay where I am when I go off. What am I?