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Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
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.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?