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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
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 goes further the slower it goes?
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.