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I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex.
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.