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Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
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.