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Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
Package beneath a tree, inside a tasty treat. Keep it for a month, the taste is just as sweet. What am I?
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go darkness follows me.
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.