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Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I am born in fear raised in truth and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth I come to serve the cause of need.
I go around and in the house but never touches the house
I am the noblest musical instrument
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.