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Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
A single syllable do I claim black was my most famous name; Fetal to mortals here below thousands have I slain in a single blow.
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?