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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.
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?