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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What an fill a room but takes up no space?
What has six faces, But does not wear makeup. It also has twenty-one eyes, But cannot see?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?