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You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
What do angels sing in the shower?