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A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton