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You cannot keep me until you have given me. What am I?
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go, darkness follows me. What am I?
I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
I start new then become old. Start clean but become dirty. I usually start big then become little. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?