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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.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What turns everything around but does not move?
What goes in the water red, and comes out black?
What goes up but never comes down?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?