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Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
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 flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?