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With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
What has keys but no locks a space but no room and you can enter but can't go in?
I begin and have no end. Eventually I will be the end of all that has begun.
I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.