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At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
Where humans breath liquid?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.