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Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
You can only have it once you have given it.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
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.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.
What do angels sing in the shower?