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I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I row quickly with four oars but never comes out from under my own roof.
I am the building with the most number of stories.
I belong to everyone. Sometimes make you happy sometimes make you sad. I will never end until the day you do.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.