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Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still. ---------------- A box without hinges, key or lid, Yet golden treasure inside is hid. ---------------- Pain it heals, In nature makes meals; Outdates a mountain, Its nemesis, a fountain. |
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