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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.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light. Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?
I'm written with two letters, said with one and seen with two. What am I?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.