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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?