Answer:
When Iβm metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iβm flesh and Iβm blood, In the darkness I roam.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
What has thirteen hearts But no body or soul?
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.