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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?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
What do angels sing in the shower?