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Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
I'm a bacteria that causes typhoid What's my name ?
I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?