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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
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
What word looks the same upside down and backwards?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?