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I have one eye, See near and far, I hold the moments you treasure, And the things that make you weep.
What travels from coast to coast without ever moving?
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 goes up let's of a load and come back down
You could do this to a motion, see it on a watch, or place this in a race.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?