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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.
My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
Inside a great blue castle lives a shy young maid. She blushes in the morning and comes not out at night.
When can someone truthfully tell someone “well done” but think they did a bad job?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.