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I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
I am easy to see, but no one likes looking at me. Without me, there would be no you. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers
What is it that after you take away the whole some still remains?
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.