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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
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see, and I'm neat and tidy, as can be. What am I?
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
I hold two people together but touch only one. What am I?
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.