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Before it’s born, its skeleton does grow upon the land. Then near the sea it grows and grows until its form is grand. And though it swims upon the waves, it dies upon the sand.
Shot if caught, always thrown, A humble servant of The Lady, Thrice-four faces of mine-own I frequent the spaces shady (three words)
Silently I drink and dive in fluids dark as night. I beat the mighty warrior but never in fight. The black blood in my veins your thirst for knowledge slakes. My spittle is more venomous than that of poison snakes.
Though all of it stands above the ground, What grows up at the same time it grows down?
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.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn, I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old, then valued for my hardened gold. What am I?
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, And chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, Through battles fought with heart and mind, Instead of with my gaze.
With the rich I am blue, With the poor I am red, With the lizard I am cold With the wolf I am hot instead
I come to hospitals and bad bridges, The vanguard and crumbling ridges, When I come, I come alone, Touch a shoulder, then we're gone
Nothing on the outside, Nothing on the inside, Light as a feather, Yet ten men cannot lift it.
What is that which, while it lives, constantly changes its habit, That is buried before it is dead, and whose tomb is valued wherever it is found?
Taken from a mine and then locked up in a wooden case. Never released but used by students everyday
Before it’s born, its skeleton does grow upon the land. Then near the sea it grows and grows until its form is grand. And though it swims upon the waves, it dies upon the sand.