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Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I am heavy forward, but backward I'm not. What am I?
What has a ring but no finger?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.