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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.
What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that do not rust. What is it?
Old people and owls are said to be this.
Not my sister nor my brother but still the child of my mother and father. Who am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?