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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
There is a woman in a boat, on a lake, wearing a coat. If you want to know her name, itโs in the riddle I just wrote. Whatโs the womanโs name?