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A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
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 does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?