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I am not alive, but I grow. I don't have eyes, but I will cry. I don't have wings, but I will fly. I don't have hands, but I might knock on your door. What am I?

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An onion — challenging

This clever riddle points to a familiar item found in kitchens worldwide. Though it may not possess a heartbeat or move independently, this versatile vegetable certainly grows, developing from a seed or small bulb into its characteristic layered form over several months. Its most famous trait, however, is its ability to make us weep. When cut, the onion's cells release enzymes that react with sulfur compounds to produce a volatile gas called syn-propanethial S-oxide. This gas irritates the nerves in our eyes, triggering a natural reflex to produce tears to wash away the irritant.

Despite lacking actual wings, parts of this plant are indeed known to "fly." The papery outer skins, often shed during preparation, are incredibly lightweight and can easily be carried aloft by even the gentlest breeze. Furthermore, while it has no hands to rap on a door, its pungent and distinctive aroma is so strong that it can readily waft through a home, announcing its presence, particularly when being cooked. This pervasive scent metaphorically "knocks on your door," signaling its arrival in a meal.

This fascinating vegetable, a member of the Allium family, boasts a rich history, with evidence of its cultivation dating back over 7,000 years to the Bronze Age. Ancient Egyptians held it in high regard, viewing its spherical shape and concentric rings as symbols of eternal life, and even included them in pharaohs' tombs. Throughout the Middle Ages, onions were considered so valuable that they were sometimes used as a form of currency. Today, they remain a fundamental ingredient, adding depth and flavor to countless cuisines across the globe.

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We sound like Eden as a pair. Make us weight, we won't play fair. Sometimes consensus, most times schism. Usually locked away in prism. If by chance you seek, then throw. The serpent sees where we meet low. We carry freight when we meet high, But separate us, and we die.

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Unlike other rulers I am strengthened by neglect. Over my jurisdiction, great taxes I elect. When routine dues are paid, I am weakened severely. Yet if too long delayed, it may cost you quite dearly. My vault is of the flesh, my tellers silver and bone. The upkeep of the kingdom is financed with a loan.

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I have a heart that never beats, I have a home but I never sleep. I can take a mans house and build anothers, And I love to play games with my many brothers. I am a king among fools. Who am I?

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You may think me an actor; people come from all over the world to see me play my role. The play begins like all plays do – the red curtain draws aside, and I come onto the stage. There is one other actor. He is dressed in beautiful, bright clothing. I, however, am entirely naked. There are many acts in this play, in between which the other actor helps me to get dressed before the curtain reopens. He dresses me in colorful piercings and a red coat. The story we tell is a tragedy through dance. My choreography is straightforward, but if he forgets his then the play is over. Either way, I consider this a once in a lifetime performance. What role do I play?

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I'm the end that brings the end, I'm the one that hides. Shackles gird me waist to toe, Sealed in tower I. Ever tasked to make amends, Slowly here I die. My stricken foe you'll never know, His death is met with sigh.

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Twice born but once it dies. A more feline obelisk then a dairy soar. Some to royalty will rise. When seen by many they're adored. What is it?