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When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
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You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?