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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.
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.