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Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.