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I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I have hands but do not hold, teeth but do not bite. Feet I have but they are cold, eyes I have but without sight. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. 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.
What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?