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I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. 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 am black within and red without; with four corners round about. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?