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I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
What is light as a feather but even the strongest man cannot hold it for more than a few minutes?
You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me. What am I?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
I have every color but no gold.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.