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I have eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door? What am I?
What is part of you and all around you but if it entangles you, it will kill you?
One might hang a locket from this
An utensil used for bread. Also a paper cutter. Used by a thug to take a life, Or wielded by the tamest wife, When used to spread the butter.
If it is absolute, it will corrupt absolutely.
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.