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Nursery Rhyme. CCIII. Riddles.
By Unknown
[An egg.]
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this strong-hold.
Yet things break in and steal the gold.
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