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First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
I am born in fear raised in truth and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth I come to serve the cause of need.
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?