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I carry you down a gentle stream.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. What am I?
I have an eye but I cannot see. What am I?
As a state in America I am round on both sides and high in the middle.
I am a house with two occupants sometimes one rarely three. Break the walls eat the boarders then throw away me.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.