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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
I am very easy to get into,but it is hard to get out of me. What am I?
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 hold two meanings. With one I may be broken, with the other I hold on. What am I?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.