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What invention lets you look right through a wall?
I begin and have no end. Eventually, I will be the ending of all that has begun. What am I?
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
I am an instrument that you can hear but cannot see or touch. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?