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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
What building has the most stories?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I have a tail. I can fly. I'm covered in colorful feathers. I can whistle and I can talk