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My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
I can only be played on a windy day