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Iron roof, glass walls, I burn and burn but never fall. What am I?
Man walks over, man walks under, in times of war he burns asunder. What is it?
Some people avoid me some people count me some people just consume me
I am easy to see, but no one likes looking at me. Without me, there would be no you. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
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.