It sat upon a willow tree, and sang softly unto me.
Easing my pain and sorrow with its song. I wished to fly, but tarried long.
And in my suffering, the willow was like a cool clear spring.
What was it that helped me so? To spend my time in my woe.
My mother is water and my brother the sky.
I am grey when wet but white when dry.
What am I?
He is not the skinniest of felines.See answer
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.See answer
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