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I have a ring but no fingers. I used to stay still all the time but nowadays I follow you around.
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
What is deaf, dumb, and blind, but always tells the truth?
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.