Riddle: Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
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Riddle: Almost everyone sees me without noticing me, For what is beyond is what he or she seeks. What am I?
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