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I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
What is brown and sticky?
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. What am I?
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
I stay where I am when I go off. What am I?