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Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
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
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?