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Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
Many people own a copy of me. Without me the world would fall.
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.
I have cities with no people forests with no trees and oceans with no water.
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk