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I am round as a bowl, deep as a tub, but all the world's water couldn't fill me up.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?