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What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?