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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.
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
What gets wet while drying?
It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.