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I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.