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A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
I run around the city, but I never move.
What turns everything around but does not move?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?