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In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?