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A big shiny black car nobody wants to be a passenger in.
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What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
If you agree give me one of these.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
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.