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The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail