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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?
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?