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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
I can only be played on a windy day
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What am I?