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I am gold and can be black and white I'm a symbol for a nation when freedom took flight.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
A single syllable do I claim black was my most famous name; Fetal to mortals here below thousands have I slain in a single blow.
I have feet on my head