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A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
It cannot be seen, it weighs nothing, but when put into a barrel, it makes it lighter.
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
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton