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I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
I can only be played on a windy day
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Animal
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Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?