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I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
The more there is the less you see.
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
What five-letter word becomes shorter when you add two letters to it?
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?