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Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Add a T and I shoot through the sky. Then add an S and I multiply. What word is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?