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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.
What building has the most stories?
I have a brother. However much we run we do not reach each other.
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
I have a face and two hands, but I have no arms or legs. Six plus seven is one. What am I?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?