Riddle: I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness.
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Riddle: A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
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