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Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
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.
I've been argued on my color. Without me you'll die. So many attempts on your life use me so make sure you have many of my White friends.
Find me on body builders or in the drink aisle. What am I?
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk