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I was born of mire and muck; Of velvets and of rags. I bear your secrets and share your sweat, Lying patiently in wait. I've never sinned, but still I'm hated- Drowned, beaten, then hanged. But the work is never done; I'll rise again in seven days.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What travels from coast to coast without ever moving?
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