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A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
What has thirteen hearts But no body or soul?
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.