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Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
What language does a billboard speak?