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If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is 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.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
What is always coming but never arrives?