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I'm white, I'm round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don't.
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
What is always coming but never arrives?