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Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?