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If you have me you want to share me. Once you share me you wonβt have me.
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
What is brown and sticky?
What goes into the water black and comes out red?
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.