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I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
What do angels sing in the shower?