Riddle: I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. Who am I?
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Riddle: A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
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Riddle: All about, but cannot be seen. Can be captured, but cannot be held. No throat, but can be heard.
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Riddle: Almost everyone sees me without noticing me, For what is beyond is what he or she seeks. What am I?
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