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It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.
Not a comb or a brush but makes the hair feel plush. What is it?
Major or minor I can be, when you touch me make sure you that youβre on the right key.
If you happen to wake up at dawn, you'll probably find this covering the lawn.
Sitting down you have it, Standing up you don't.
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?