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Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?