Answer:
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out whilst the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, Try to keep it, and it'll vanish within an hour.
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.