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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
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.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
What has to be broken before you can use it ?