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What can you break even if you never pick it up or touch it?
What has a neck but no head?
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet, if there's no light around, I am undone. What am I?
What has roots that nobody sees and is taller than trees. Up up up it goes and yet never grows?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
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.