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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?
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
What gets wetter as it dries?
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
Plant whose name sounds like a dish full of dairy spread.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?