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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
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