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I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
Angels and pilots work with me.
Who keeps the ocean clean?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?