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As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
Why is the letter B always cool?