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I am a mother from a family of eight. I spin around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it was fake. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
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?
What tastes better than it smells?
I am the building with the most number of stories. What am I?
Which popular cheese is made backwards?