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Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
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.
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear
What is full of holes but still holds water
What do angels sing in the shower?