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The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm smallΝΎ When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
What binds two people yet touches only one?
I can only be played on a windy day