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What goes up when the rain comes down?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?