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My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
I'm white and used for cutting and grinding. When I'm damaged, humans usually remove or fill me. For most animals I am a useful tool. What am I?
What kind of band never plays music?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
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.