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So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iβm always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but not in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
I help engines spin and pants stay up
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.