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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.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
What is it that given one, youβll have either two or none?
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?