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Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What is the smallest bridge in the world?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?