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You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive doอพ Dressed quite formal, black and whiteอพ soon movement turned to nasty fight.
I can only be played on a windy day