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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
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.
When I'm born I fly. When I'm alive I lay. When I'm dead I run.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.