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What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.