Answer:
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
A reaction to being spooked that takes its name from waterfowl
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?