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It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
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 don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.