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I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
Pirates put their booty in it.
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
It's what light turns into in the night