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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.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
What do you call a male renaissance artist with a bowl of jelly?