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I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
rub me and a genie might appear
I mirror your actions.
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
I can wake you up in the morning but I require no electricity or winding. What am I?
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.