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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.
Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday. Today will be as far from Wednesday. As today was from Wednesday. When the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?