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Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
I can only be played on a windy day