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What always ends everything?
I can make arrows fly. I can make kites soar. What am I?
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
I look like a tiny trombone
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
What’s a carpet’s favorite sport?