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Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
It is weightless, you can see it. If you put it in a barrel it will make it lighter?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?