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Be sure to shout for its answers are weak, but there is no language it cannot speak.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?