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Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
What is born long, dies short, and spends its life leaving a trail?
Cows do this to salt and humans do it to ice cream.
I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
One time every year, there is a very special day. Little have the same, everyone party a different way.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.