1. At dusk I come without being fetched. By dawn I disappear without being stolen. I’m a poet’s tears and sailors guide; who am I?
2. Who ever makes me sells me. Who ever buys me doesn’t need me. Who ever needs me doesn’t buy me. What am I?
3. If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
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