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A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
Inside a great blue castle lives a shy young maid. She blushes in the morning and comes not out at night.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.