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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-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?