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treasures 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. Question: What am I? Their boisterous laughing does provoke. In any adventure, they are no joke! Question: What am I? What has a story but never ends? |