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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.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.