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If you spot one of these eastern warriors, they're not doing their job right.
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.