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I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
The more there is the less you see.
You may enter, but you may not come in. I have space, but no room, I have keys, but open no lock. What am I?
Good memory, skin like the sea. A great beast I am, yet vermin frightens me. What am I?
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.
What flies without wings?