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Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
I direct you from outer space.
I go through a door but never go in and never come out.
My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
What time of day, when written in a capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards, and upside down?
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.