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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.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
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