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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. What am I?
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
I contain six letters minus one and you got twelve.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
Feed me and I live. Give me water and I die. What am I?
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.