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I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Its title means book.
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.
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.