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You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
It's a game played by serious people that takes place on a global scale.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.