Riddle: 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. Who am I?
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Riddle: A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
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