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It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
A type of hammer that brings a room to order.
They can be harbored, but few hold water. You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else. You can carry them, but not with your arms. You can bury them, but not in the earth.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?