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Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
I regularly change shape yet remain a sphere. I am always there but not often seen. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I may be made of metal, bone, or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me. What am I?
I fly yet I have no wings. I cry yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?