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As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?