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You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
What tastes better than it smells?
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?