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I have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
It's been around for millions of years but is never more than a month old. What is it?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken with the other I hold on.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?