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Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I am a mother from a family of eight. Spins around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it's fake.
I let water fall on you while everyone else stays dry.
What comes once in a year twice in a week but never in a day?
I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
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.