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I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?