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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.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?