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Lovely and round I shine with pale light grown in the darkness a lady's delight.
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me.
I will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?