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Once you have it, you want to share it. Once you share it, you donβt have it. What is it?
What is born on the ground but floats to the sky, to be returned back again from the clouds up high?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair
A squiggly line tells you when you've done it wrong
Your reflection can be seen here, as long as youβre not moving.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.