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I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
You used to come to me for all sorts of information and knowledge before the internet was born
I always go to bed with my shoes on. What am I?
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape my crystal cage. What am I?
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
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.