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I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.