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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?