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What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
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.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?