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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?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?