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When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
I'm a type of pizza that is folded in half before cooking to contain a filling
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