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I am always in front of you, but yet I am never here. What am I?
What room do ghosts avoid?
I have no voice but I can teach you all there is to know. I have spines and hinges but I am not a door. Once I’ve told you all I cannot tell you more.
I go around a yard but does not move.
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
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.