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There is one in every corner and two in every room.
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by objects, but built by minds. What am I?
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?