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When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.