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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.
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
What can you throw but not catch?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?