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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
What do you called a sad coffee?