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lie at your feet. All day I will follow, no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun. Question : What am I? Black of eye and bright of hair, I fast into the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world. Question : What am I? I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird flying even to the clouds. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief. At once on my birth I am dissolved into air. Question : Who am I? See answers |