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I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
What is the saddest fruit?
I am a place where time is told. I am not bought and I am not sold. What am I?
I wear a red robe with staff in hand and a stone in my throat.
I can be cracked made told and played.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?