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Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
What is weightless but it needs two person to hold it?
Before Google, we actually had to physically look things up in this building full of knowledge.