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I am black and white and full of fuzz
I help engines spin and pants stay up.
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 may be of the eye, in order I am pie. In my center there is a star, I keep medics where they are. What am I?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?