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I have a title and many pages I am a genteel of genteel descent I am a killer veteran of war I am a slave to my lord Pledged to his service.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?