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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.