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Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?