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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 have one, you have one. If you remove the first letter, a bit remains. If you remove the second, bit still remains. If you remove the third, it still remains.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?