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Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive doอพ Dressed quite formal, black and whiteอพ soon movement turned to nasty fight.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?