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It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
I am black when I am clean and white when I am dirty?
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.