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As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?