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Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.
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