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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.
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.
how many letters are there in the alphabet
What is the thing that stays the same size, but the more it's used the more it decreases?
What has three ways out and just one way in?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?