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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
If two is company and three is a crowd, what is four and five?
Digital white-out.
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.