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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.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I have one door and five rooms what am i
I am a span of time you can always see through I am also the timepiece with the most pieces. What am I?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?