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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
What points the way without a hand. It floats on water but exists on land?
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.