Answer:
A small hill with seven holes.
You'll have to consult an optometrist if you want to improve this.
Where humans breathe liquid.
Brothers and sisters I have none but this man's father is my father's son. Who is the man?
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
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.