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I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
If you throw a bottle of wine, a carton of juice and a can of soda at someoneβs head, which one will hurt the least?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?