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I have an eye but am blind, a sea, but no water; a bee, but no honey; tea but no coffee; and a why, but no answer. What am I?
I run up and down the stairs without moving. What am I?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher more wrinkles crawl onto your face.
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?