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Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.