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Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
I can never be stolen from you. I am owned by everyone. Some have more some have less.
There are four of us but it seems like everyone loves spades the most.
I am owned by Old McDonald.
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear.
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.