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Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
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.