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Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
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.
My first is nothing but a nameอพ my second is more smallอพ my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
What asks but never answers?
What is always coming but never arrives?