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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail