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It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
Who has married many women but never has been married who is he
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?