A lemon’s sting, a sad goodbye, a sudden joy may bring me by. Though causes differ far and wide, tears are the sign I leave behind.

How often do you like to hear jokes about elements?

What’s the body temperature of a Tauntaun?

I ask no permission before I descend. I hide sharp edges and blur where things end. I have sheltered kings from winter's bite, And spared their allies from judgment's light. I may silence a mountain beneath silent white, Or smother dissent with a single decree. Whatever lies beneath me, Soon becomes harder to see. What am I?

What do you call a group of killer whales playing instruments?