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A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?