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Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?