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Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I have a head, tail, but no arms and legs. What am I?
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?