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: You fill me up when I get low. On roads and highways, with me, you go. What am I?
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