Answer:
What is pronounced like one letter, written with three letters. And belongs to all animals?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
I can only be played on a windy day