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Tall, I am young. Old, I am short. With life I glow. Anemoi is my foe.
People in love are often bound to this.
What cannot talk but will always reply when spoken to?
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
What's always coming, but never arrives?
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?