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A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
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.
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
What is always coming but never arrives?