Riddle: 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.
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Riddle: A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
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Riddle: What happens once every minute, twice every minute, but once every thousand years?
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Riddle: You can see nothing else When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye And I will never lie.
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