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What can hold a car but canβt lift a feather?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
The more you have of me, the less you see. Who am I?
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?
A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son
What language does a billboard speak?