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The most fabulous way to locate pots of gold
They come out at night without being called, and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
I shave several times a day, yet I still have a beard. Who am I?
It's in your hand though you cannot feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.