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A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.