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I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
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.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton
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What am I?