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It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
Its days are numbered.
What kind of cup doesn't hold water?
I'm the son of water but when I return to water I die. Who am I?
You feel this sensation when you are dehydrated.
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.