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I am black white and read all over.
I have feathers that help me fly; with head and body but I'm not alive. Very skinny and a fixed length how far I go depends on your strength.
I look at you, you look at me. I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?
I never sleep yet sometimes I weep. I can get angry or just be happy. Wherever you go, I will follow. No matter what you do, I will be there. I cannot die. What am I?
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?