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Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
What is the thing that stays the same size, but the more it's used the more it decreases?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.