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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.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
What is seen in the middle of March and April that canβt be seen at the beginning or end of either month?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?