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Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
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 ask no questions, but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
I am ten little beans your look at everyday.
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.