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As a state in the USA, I am round on both sides and high in the middle. What am I?
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
What goes all around the world but never leaves its corner?
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
My days are numbered. What am I?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?