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My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
Why are there no living cats on Mars?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
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.