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Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?