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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.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail