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I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
If Mississippi should lend Missouri her New Jersey, what would Delaware?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?