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When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.