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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.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
What has three ways out and just one way in?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?