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I am round. I have only one line. Circle is not my name indeed. 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 am the place where yesterday is always before today. What am I?
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
I invade your home once a year…but only if you’ve been good.
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But it’s not to blame. What is the word?