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It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Why was the cook arrested?