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With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
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.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
What is lighter than what it is made of?