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Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.