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Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
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
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?