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Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand I kill I maim I divide the land.
What kind of table can you eat?
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
My days are numbered.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?