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I fill a room but take no space. What am I?
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
I am a mountain at night, meadow at day. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?