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Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
What turns everything around but does not move?
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?