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Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
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.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?