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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
As light as a feather, but you can’t hold it for ten minutes.
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?