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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.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I run around the city, but I never move.
I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.