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I am not alive but I can die. What am I?
I am all around, yet to me you are half blind. Sunlight makes me invisible and difficult to find. What am I?
I am the place to turn when nature calls.
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
What type of dress can never be worn?
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.