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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
I am the kind of an ant that's good at math. What am I?