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What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
It's what light turns into in the night