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Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand and a stone in my throat. What am I?
I go up, let out a load and then go back down. What am I?
I am one small little piece of paper yet sometimes hold lots of value. I am all you need to get in to big events but will cost you. I am an important part of travel. And if lost you're not coming.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?