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I must be broken before you can use me.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
If you have it, you donโt share it. If you share it, you donโt have it. What is it?
A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find you cannot change the course I'm on. Without me you cannot travel on. What am I?
I flow from the Homerโs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
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.