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Every country has one, though we are not the same. Waving to our citizens, throughout the wind and rain. What is it?
What's always coming, but never arrives?
Said to have fifty shades
The land was white the seed was black. It'll take a good scholar to riddle me that.
What goes up let's of a load and come back down
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?