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Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?