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I am like thunder in your cranium
I have thirteen hearts but no body or soul.
Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?