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It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under its own roof. What is it?
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
There is one in a minute two in a moment and none in a thousand years. What is it?
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I'm found in socks ties and hands. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.