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A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
Who eats a lot of iron without getting sick?
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?