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I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken with the other I hold on.
What has words but never speaks?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
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.
I make a living following the wealthy and beautiful.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?