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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?