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I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iβm white and empty. What am I?
I'm many people's favorite place even though many don't remember their stay. You'll love to come but hate to leave if you get cold use my sleeves.
I wear a red robe with staff in hand and a stone in my throat.
Why did the computer keep sneezing?
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.