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you hold my tail while I fish for you
I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed I'm never cold. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
When you need me, you must find me. When you find me, you no longer need me. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?