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When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
What is made of wood but can't be sawed?
What language does a billboard speak?