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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What language does a billboard speak?