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Plant whose name sounds like a dish full of dairy spread.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?