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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?