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Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?