Answer:
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
What do angels sing in the shower?