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I can fall off a building and live but in water I will die.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers
I may be made of metal, bone, or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.