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The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundΝΎ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
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.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
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.