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Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
I only exist when you are here. Where you never were I can never be.
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do
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.
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?