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I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
I am a mini solar powered computer.
I am a million peopleβs wakeup call
I am easy to waste and unstoppable. What am I?
If a plane crashes on the border of US and Canada where do they bury the survivors?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it, can't see it. What is it?