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What tastes better than it smells?
I am round as a bowl, deep as a tub, but all the world's water couldn't fill me up.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?