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I go through a door but never go in and never come out.
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin roared when it came into the world. But I never spoke again.
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
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