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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
What can go through glass without breaking it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?