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I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
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.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?