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I am someone you don't know. Who am i?
What grows when it eats, but dies when it drinks?
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
Sometimes it's silver but also gold. Printed on paper it's a treasure to hold. What is it?
Not a comb or a brush but makes the hair feel plush. What is it?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.