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I soar without wings I see without eyes. I've traveled the universe to and fro. I've conquered the world yet I've never been anywhere but home.
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.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I am the noise Santa's reindeers make
I have a ring but no fingers. I used to stay still all the time but nowadays I follow you around.