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I weaken all men for hours each day. I show you strange visions while you are away. I take you by night, by day take you back. None suffer to have me, but do from my lack.
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?