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When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail