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I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go, darkness follows me. What am I?
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but canβt go outside. What am I?
Some will use me, others not. Some have remembered, others forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly. I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I am black within and red without; with four corners round about. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?