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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.
You do not want me when you donβt have me but when you have me you don't want to lose me.
I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
I am an instrument that you can hear but cannot see or touch. What am I?
I go inside boots and outside shoes.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?