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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
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex.
There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
Hoofed frolicking.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?