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I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
There are several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What is it?
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?