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makeup for finger tips
I am sometimes referred to as chips
They come out at night without being called. They are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
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.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?