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I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
I have a neck but no head arms but no hands. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?