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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.