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My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?