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Riddles fer the Wise
Lomaticc
::Black am I, and much admired ::dwarves seek me until they're tired ::when they find me, they break me head ::and take me from me resting bed. :: :: ::Inside walls white as milk ::lined with skin soft as silk ::within a fountain crystal clear ::a golden apple does appear ::no doors are there to this stronghold ::yet thieves break in and steal the gold ::