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I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
I help boats park
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 loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
Flat as a leaf, round as a ring; have two eyes, can't see a thing. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.