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This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
Everyone has it and no one can lose it, what is it?
what is a duck that is in Starbucks?