Answer:
A young man wants to have it, but when he has it he no longer wants it. Blade in hand he attacks it And does his best to remove it. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
They are the group who manages the winged engines of war.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
The distance from the top of your head to the floor standing up straight.
What type of dress can never be worn?
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.