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Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
If you spot one of these eastern warriors, they're not doing their job right.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
My first is in some but not in all. My second is into but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing, rugs used every day.
It stands upright and can be quite grand. Its secret is not hidden but right at hand. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?