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I fill a room but take no space.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
I am black of eye and bright of hair. I fast into the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world. What am I?
Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show we always will meet.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton