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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.
Where humans breath liquid?
In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
Which word contains 26 letters but only three syllables?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?