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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.