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If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed and thought delicious?
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.
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?
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