I have an end but no beginning, a home but no family, a space without room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make. What am I?
In marble halls 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 stronghold,
yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
I mean goodbye for South Americans. What am I?See answer
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