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I plow and plow but never sow.
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
I am a rock group that has 4 members, all of whom are dead, one of which was assassinated. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
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.