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By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
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.
What binds two people yet touches only one?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?