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I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
The more you have of it the less you see. What is it?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. 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.