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When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me. Who am I?
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
I am round as a bowl, deep as a tub, but all the world's water couldn't fill me up.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?