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I have a tongue, but do not talk. I follow close, but neither run nor walk. Coupled and hitched, but never married. You couldn't bear the load I've carried.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?