Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.

Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.

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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-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.

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When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?

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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.

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Where do you go in through one hole and come out through two holes at the same time?

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My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.

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Jun 23, 2026

I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail

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