Answer:
I have hands but cannot clap
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
I am a house with two occupants sometimes one rarely three. Break the walls eat the boarders then throw away me.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?