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You roll it or you buy it, People say you shouldn't try it, Because you may get a stroke, From inhaling all that smoke.
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
What has two ends but no beginning?
What goes up when rain comes down?
If you need a night out, call one of these over to take the little ones off your hands for a while.
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.