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With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?