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Where do you go in through one hole and come out through two holes at the same time?
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
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-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.