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Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
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 is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?