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A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
My first is nothing but a nameอพ my second is more smallอพ my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?
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What am I?