This thing all things devours: birds, beasts, trees, flowers. Gnaws iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to meal. Slays king, ruins town. And beats high mountain down. What am I?

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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?

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You do not want to have me, but when you have me, you do not want to lose me. What am I?

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Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?

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I am hot yet cold. I am liquid yet solid. I am flaky but wet. What am I?

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You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?

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Cold as death, always drinking; all in mail, never clinking. What am I?

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You can draw me, fire me, or fill me in. What am I?

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I am at the beginning of all things. I am at the end of eternity. There is but one path from my beginning to my end. My whole embodies indifference. What am I?

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