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I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?