Answer:
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice that’s the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
I can only be played on a windy day
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?