Riddle: I am a killer of trees but people need me. I can be blown away by a breeze and I have been here since ancient Greece. What am I?
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Riddle: A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
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Riddle: I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me wherever I go. What am I
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