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Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
Used on a diamond and left on a board. It's great for a gymnast his grip to restore. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?