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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.
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
What asks but never answers?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?