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A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.