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In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
What goes in the water red, and comes out black?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What’s black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What did the baby corn say to its mother?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?