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The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I can only be played on a windy day