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You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
What can you throw but not catch?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
What tastes better than it smells?
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.