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I am an animal thatβs black white and asian.
There's not a kingdom on the earth I haven't traveled over and over and though I know not whence my birth yet when I come you know my roar. I through the town do take my flight and through the fields and meadows green and whether it be day or night I neither am nor can be seen.
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. 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 start new then become old. Start clean but become dirty. I usually start big then become little. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?