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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.
I have legs but walk not, a strong back but work not. Two good arms but reach not. A seat but sit and tarry not.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?