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Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
People buy me to eat but never eat me. What am I?
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led. What am I?
There is one in a minute two in a moment and none in a thousand years. What is it?
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
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.