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I go around in circles, but always straight ahead, never complain, no matter where I am led.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water I disappear without a trace.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I am a rock group that has 4 members, all of whom are dead, one of which was assassinated. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?