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I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
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.
I run cold and hot, I look blue but am red. What am I?
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?