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The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?