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You can never eat me for breakfast or lunch. What am I?
It's red liquid but not liquid and it's not red. What is it?
I begin and have no end and I end all that begins. What am I?
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
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.