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They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?