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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's as small as a mouse but guards a house like a lion?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
What goes up when the rain comes down?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?