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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.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
What is up that’s also down? What’s a smile and a frown?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.