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I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
It doesn't live within a house, nor does it live without. Most will use it when they come in, and again when they go out.
What gets wetter as it dries?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?