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What jumps when it walks and sits when it stands?
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
A white horned symbol of purity and grace.
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
Bumpy form of transportation in desert cultures.
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?