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I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. Sooner or later everybody needs my help yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
I look at you, you look at me. I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
What is the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end and the end of every race?
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.