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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.
If you can get this professional's attention you can get where you need to go for a price.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Split me in half, and you get me and another me. What word am I?
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?