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You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?