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In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
You do not want me when you donβt have me but when you have me you don't want to lose me.
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn't get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.