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My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, try to keep it, and it'll vanish in an hour.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, youβll likely die. What am I?