In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
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In marble walls as white as milk, Lined with skin as soft as silk; Within a fountain crystal clear, A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold Yet thieves break in and steal the gold. | |||||||||||