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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.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
What can be swallowed, but can swallow you?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?