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Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?