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What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
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.
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
What do angels sing in the shower?