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Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
Soft hairy from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor.
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
I begin your sentences. What am I?
What gets broken without being hold?