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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.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Why was the cook arrested?