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I was born of mire and muck; Of velvets and of rags. I bear your secrets and share your sweat, Lying patiently in wait. I've never sinned, but still I'm hated- Drowned, beaten, then hanged. But the work is never done; I'll rise again in seven days.
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
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What is given but kept by the giver?
I can be sad, I can be happy, I can be angry and cry, I come with many faces and sometimes many sizes. I am able to communicate things words often cannot and I can move from place to place at the speed of light. What am I?
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