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I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
What lies in a tunnel of darkness. That can only attack when pulled back?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
What is always coming but never arrives?