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I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I am a tale in childrens' minds. Though an illusion, I occur every night. I give them a fantasy, I give them a fright. What am I?
I go up and down at the same time. Up towards to sky and down towards the ground. What am I?
Without me everyone would lose their head. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?