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What kind of running means walking?
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.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
Inside a great blue castle lives a shy young maid. She blushes in the morning and comes not out at night.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
What do angels sing in the shower?