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What liquid can contain the soul?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?