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Though I should be unique, you've made most of us the same. I would be stronger, if my characters were stranger.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
What is born on the ground but floats to the sky, to be returned back again from the clouds up high?
What do we see every day, kings see rarely, and God never sees?
White and thin, red within, with a nail at the end. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?