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Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole I’m best when I am roast.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
Why was the cook arrested?