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Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
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.
Gets rid of bad ones, short and tall. Tightens when used, one size fits all.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?