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Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit.
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
What has a bell but isn't a church. Is full of air but is not a balloon?
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.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.