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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?
Raise your right appendage high above your head. Turn your head to the right and you will smell this.
The part of the bird, that is not in the sky, Which can swim in the ocean and always stay dry. What is it?
What must be looked through in order to see?
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.