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I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
Don't do this in the shallow end.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?