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How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
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 is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?