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Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
What can you throw but not catch?
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.