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What can you share and still have all for yourself?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
What do people want the least on their hands?
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
Why was the cook arrested?