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Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
It's equally comfortable in an orchestra and a geometry textbook. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?