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Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
Just head and foot yet never tires of dancing.
What has hands but canβt clap?