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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.
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.