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Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I fly when I'm born. I lie when I'm alive. I run when I'm dead. What am I?
If you lose me, you may cause people around you to lose me too. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?