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Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
With three leaves, I am just a plant. Add another leaf and everyone will want me for good luck. What am I?
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
what is a duck that is in Starbucks?