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What goes up but never comes down?
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-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?